Release Day Blitz ~ Banger by Aria Cole

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Meet Tobias Banger...

He's the demanding, dominate, sexy-as-sin CEO of Banger Industries, and he's used to getting what he wants. Every time. He's built a Fortune 500 company from the ground up--the last thing he needs is a pretty woman distracting him from his empire.

Curvy, sassy, Ellis Ford isn't just any pretty woman...

Fresh out of college, she's smart, quiet, driven, and trying desperately to contain the wildfire that licks at her insides whenever Mr Banger calls her name.

One forbidden night locked in a closet and the office will never be the same...

The chemistry between Ellis and Tobias sizzles until raw passion ignites in a frenzy of filthy words, frantic lust, and all-consuming basic instinct. He's hell bent on claiming her, she's too blinded by rogue charm to see the ghosts haunting his dark eyes.

Will one night with Tobias be something she'll live to regret?

“So why don’t you celebrate your birthday?”

Ellis shrugged. “Getting another year older doesn't seem like something to celebrate.” But her eyes lit up when the waiter set a decadent slice of double chocolate cake between us.

“I disagree. It’s a time to reflect on all the things you’ve done in the past year, and maybe a few of the things you haven’t done that you’d like to.” I pushed my fork into the rich dessert then held the bite out to her.

Her eyes rose for a minute before she composed herself.

“I’m always a gentleman. And celebrating another year of your birth makes me happy.”

Ellis took the bite off of my fork. With her eyes closed and her lips wrapped around that little hunk of metal, my cock throbbed as though it were caught in a vise. I wanted this woman. I wanted to know her, to be with her, to talk to her, to be everything for her.

“This is amazing,” she finally said.

“You make it look irresistible.” I shifted in my chair, trying to discreetly shift my cock in my pants. “I make it a rule to avoid office romance, but you’re changing all the rules on me.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.  

“What?” Ellis’s eyes flicked to mine.

“Since the day you started in my office, I’ve been fighting myself. So many things I’ve wanted to say, so many times I’ve wanted to touch…” I traced a fingertip across her wrist.

“T-touch what?” Ellis asked, the pulse in her neck fluttering like a hummingbird.

“Well, for instance, right now I want to lick the hollow of your neck where I can see your heartbeat going wild.”

Ellis covered her throat with a palm, before dropping her hand into her lap and licking her lips. Her eyes darted away. “I don’t think this is a good idea…”

“I can’t think of a better one.” I ran the pad of my thumb across her cheekbone.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she shifted beneath my touch.

“I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps her way to the top, Mr. Banger.”

I was shocked by her words—and her insinuation.

“And I’m not the kind of man who expects sexual favors as payment. I don’t take advantage of women, Ellis. I have the utmost respect for you and all of the other women in my office.”  I needed her to know that I was a man of integrity.  Women weren’t toys to me, they were my equal.

“But…” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth before looking at me. “Why me then?”

I shook my head, threading her fingers through my own and giving her hand a squeeze. “Because you beguile me. Your mind is one of the most brilliant I have ever come across.  You’re loyal, strong and compassionate.  You can put up with my shit, and I know that’s not easy. I admire all  those traits.  I have never met another person who is as amazing as you.” I leaned across the table and whispered, “And I can’t stop thinking about what your lips would feel like against mine.”

Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

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Release Day Blitz ~ Disgraceful by Dee Palmer

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After the dust settles on the most erotic night in her life, a fantasy-fulfilling experience that not only brought Sam back to life, but also laid her brutal demons to rest. Her lust for life returns with her irrepressible passion and she embraces the changes in her life, almost without reservation…almost.

Jason Sinclair is just the Dominant to take a woman like Sam on. She’s fearless and feisty, but when she lost herself, he nearly lost her all over again. By giving her that one night, he became more than her savior…he became her everything. Opening her up to what the future could hold with a potential life of hedonistic heaven together.

Or could one fantasy have been too far? Can the two super kinky souls really settle down together?

As much as Sam dreams of a happily ever after, she’s much too realistic and can’t seem to shake the dark clouds of doubt rolling in. Is the promise of domestic bliss bound to be cursed from day one or does the King of Kink have more tricks up his sleeve?

One of his hands leaves me and grabs for something behind. The next moment he carefully lowers me onto a wide sheet of soft leather, my bottom is on the edge but the natural sway and instability of the swing has me falling onto my back. The leather supports my body perfectly but my legs are  dangling and my hands grip the chains for balance.

Jason scoops one leg into a padded loop also secured to the bolt in the ceiling and slides it to just above my knee. He repeats this with my other leg and makes sure the padded part of the strap is comfortable against my skin. He takes a moment standing between my legs spread wide and my body hoisted . His hand rests flat on my tummy and he pushes me away with a slight sway of the swing. I bump back against his thighs, his cock still straining at full attention.

“My turn to worship you Beautiful.” His voice is a deep rumble that I feel like wave of electricity, a charge that prickles my skin, as every single tiny hair on my body jumps to stand. He drops to his knees and blows a blast of cool air on my molten centre. I must be dripping…I know I am and the sexy sucking sounds he makes are evidence to the fact. I buck and grip the chains trying to ease the intensity of this amazing feeling building. His tongue is firm and relentless and when he circles my clit I cry out. I really wasn’t lying when I said I was ready to explode.

“Please..please may I come Sir?” My voice is strained through gritted teeth. Every muscle in my tummy clenches hard with anxiety that he might deny me. I’m getting better at orgasm denial since my torturous time in captivity but I will die if he doesn’t let me come.

“My tongue would be very disappointed if you don’t.” He takes the respite moment to wipe his glossy mouth on my thigh. I relax with obvious relief.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to disappoint your tongue…Not when it’s been so very good.” My voice is a mix of excited anticipation and breathless relief. He grins and I drop my head back in a heavenly sigh at the long firm sweep of his tongue. He slides two fingers as deep as he can and curls and twirls a blissful rhythm that sends me cresting so damn high I am blinded by the stars dancing behind my lids.

“Oh God…please…Oh …ahhhhh!” I scream and cry out when he sucks down on my clit and I fall, free-fall, weightless and drifting on wave after wave of absolute pleasure. His glorious mouth buffets the waves and his tender lips kiss and rock me back to earth. My eyelids flutter open to see Jason towering dark and dominant, pressed at the apex of my thighs, his cock heavy in his hand. He sweeps the thick head along my slick folds gently teasing until I am fully sentient once more. “Mmm” I moan and arch into the delicious movement that instantly has a deep ache building in the base of my spine. The anticipation is killing me but it’s obviously too much for him too because with one hard thrust he pushes deep inside me. The momentum instantly has the swing lifting me from his cock but he grabs my thighs and pulls me roughly back.

Oh My Fucking God!

I would cry out but I have no breath to speak. He has pushed every bit from my body and filled it with his massive cock. He has never been so deep. I didn’t know it was possible to go that deep. Unbelievable pleasure paired with pain that dances on the edge of just too much, but is divine nonetheless, a tantalising tortuous paradox. He pauses on his downstroke and I lift my head to see concern and heat in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” I can feel his thighs tremble against me as he fights to restrain himself. If this feels half as good for him as it does for me that is Herculean effort he is utilising, holding back like that.

“We have got to get one of these.” I bite my shit-eating grin back but laugh out when he drops his head and lets out an equally happy sound.

When he raises his head all humour has dissipated from his eyes and his face is a picture of fiery feral passion. I clench and brace, suck in and hold a bated breath waiting for him to unleash…euphoric heights and erotic hell. He bucks his hips and pulls out , thrusts hard again and again and again. Each time he plunges deep I swing away and he grabs to pull me back…hard, back to where I belong, thoroughly impaled and loving every single inch.

One of his hands that is gripping the top of my thigh moves to my breast bursting out of the confines of the corset. The rough jerking movements too much for the soft flesh. He squeezes, a rough, desperate grasp and pinches the nipple. He bends over to take it in his eager mouth. He never breaks his relentless pace. My hands rest on his sweat covered shoulders and I sweep them to his waist holding firmly for some elusive stability. He moves his hand to my throat and starts to apply pressure. My body reacts like an instant detonation, no countdown…no steady build, just fucking nuclear explosion. I gasp for air and come…hard.

I don’t remember much after that…his hand may have threaded around my neck. I think he maybe told me he loved me but he could’ve said Kangeroo’s make him horny for all I know. Because I am aware of nothing except him, deep inside me. Him holding me like I am his anchor to the earth, when the truth is he is mine.

Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart...Don't you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

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Release Day Blitz ~ Resuscitate Me by Leddy Harper

Title: Resuscitate Me

Author: Leddy Harper

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 16, 2016

Blurb

Carter Hastings was only supposed to be a fling,

A summer of fun, excitement, pleasure

And, it was…

Everything.


It’s hard to walk away,

To leave the one man,

Who resuscitates me.


But I did.

He didn’t reciprocate my feelings.

He didn’t love me.

Not now.

Not ever.

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“Let me see how much you can bench-press.” 

Carter shied away, his smirk brightening his cheeks. “Nah. I’m not dressed to lift weights in jeans and a polo.” 

I thrust out my lower lip and batted my lashes at him. The wine eliminated my nervous inhibitions, making it easier to flirt. “Please? You don’t have to lift much. I just want to see it. I think it’s the sexiest thing in the world.” 

His tongue swept across his bottom lip seconds before his perfect row of top teeth clamped onto it. The bristles of his beard shifted just below his mouth. My breathing slowed as my attention zeroed in on his actions, wondering what he tasted like. Wondering what it would feel like to have him bite me with those teeth. 

A bomb could’ve gone off in the room and I wouldn’t have noticed. 

“I’m not adding weight to the bar, so you’ll have to use your imagination.” He strutted over to the bench and straddled it before lowering himself into position. As his eyes locked on mine, he lifted one side of his mouth, and the entire room became stifling with the heat of my desire. 

His thick fingers wrapped around the bar above him, and in one swift movement, he lifted it out of the resting grooves. He slowly lowered it to his chest, never taking his eyes off mine, and then raised it high above his head. Even without weight disks, it was sexy as hell. I could’ve watched him for hours, but my feet decided to take control and lead me to him. He continued the motions of working out effortlessly while tracking my movement. 

Without the wine at dinner, I probably would’ve given him a compliment and then let him drive me home. But I did have wine. Three glasses—maybe it was four. So nothing prevented me from straddling the bench and climbing onto his lap. I sat there with my hands splayed across his tight abs and stared into his deep forest orbs, not once questioning myself why I’d done it. It had seemed like a good idea, so I went for it. 

He dropped the bar back into the brackets, but he didn’t pull his hands away. 

“They say if a woman sits on a man while he works out, it increases his testosterone, which leads to muscle growth and improves strength.” The confidence in my tone would’ve surprised me had I been sober. However, it seemed to have completely shocked him into silence while he continued to lie there and watch me. “I figured I’d help you out with that…not like you need more testosterone.” 

One minute, his fingers were wrapped tightly around the Olympic bar above him. The next, his hands were gripping my hips so hard my bones ached. He tugged me forward a few inches until my pelvis lined up with his. The harsh movement caused me to topple forward a bit, and I had to hold myself up by his pecs to keep from completely falling into his hard body. 

“If you want to measure the amount of testosterone in me…” he gritted out through tight lips and clenched teeth. “…then sit right here and feel my muscle grow.” It was obvious his control was in danger of slipping away. 

The sweltering air around us constricted my windpipe and left behind a sheen of perspiration on my chest. It polluted my lungs until my breaths were strained and thick, clogged with lust and heady desire. Had there not been a fire kindling between my legs, I might’ve felt the effects of his words brighten my cheeks and scorch the edges of my ears. 

Every muscle in my body froze—I couldn’t move. But I didn’t need to, because he used his hold on me to do it himself. His fingertips dug into the flaming ball of nerve endings at the cusp of my back, just before the rise of my ass. He pressed his thumbs into the hollow spaces above my hips as he slowly rocked me against him. Every push, every pull, added friction to my clit through my jeans and had me growing wetter. 

Between the sensations of my nerves misfiring and the pressure building low in my abdomen, I dropped my head forward and released a rumbling moan. My lips parted and a wave of pleasure masked in air escaped. I hadn’t realized my eyelids had fallen closed until my posture changed without warning. 

My hands gripped his shirt, but instead of leaning over him, I now sat in an upright position with his face close to mine. Humid air billowed against my cheek, turning my skin sticky and unbearably warm from his strained breaths. My fingers found their way to his shoulders where I held on for the ride he provided. No longer were his ministrations slow, but fast and hard. He didn’t just rocket my hips against his, he pushed his hips upward to add even more friction. 

More power.

More pleasure.

Author Bio

Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped.

She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters. 

She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. 

The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.

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New Blog Post: "Release Day Blitz ~ Acouisition By Celia Aaron"

 

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Acquisition: The Complete Series

Darkness lurks in the heart of the Louisiana elite, and only one will be able to rule them as Sovereign. Sinclair Vinemont will compete for the title, and has acquired Stella Rousseau for that very purpose. Breaking her is part of the game. Loving her is the most dangerous play of all.

“Depraved, sinister and complex plot! Off-the-charts sexual tension and situations! Raw, rough and angry sex! Excellent story-telling!” - SueBee, Top 10 Goodreads Reviewer

“Love and hate combine to make the most intoxicating elixir and I can’t wait for the final installment to get another fix…” - Agents of Romance

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“You are testing my patience, Stella.” He stopped and pushed me up against the wall. His eyes bored into me. “Don’t ask Farns questions like that. He can’t help you.”

“I can ask whatever the hell I want.” The cocktail of emotions roiling inside me had made me bold, even in the face of Vinemont’s wrath.

His gaze travelled over my face, down to my lips and then back to my eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong.”

He gripped my hair and pulled my head to the side. His mouth was at my ear again, his Southern drawl whispering darkly to me. “I thought I made it clear that I own you now. You do as I say. If you don’t, I’ll make sure your father feels the brunt of your punishment.”

He stepped into me, pressing my back into the wall and crushing me painfully. I yelped at the sudden aggression. He clapped his free hand over my mouth. I hit ineffectually at his sides, his back. I even tried to knee him, but he took advantage of my efforts and pushed one of his large thighs between my legs and lifted so I was straddling him.

“Fuck.” It was a gravelly whisper.

My heart beat faster and faster, panic welling up inside and drowning out any other emotion. He was going to hurt me. Right here, right now in this sunny hallway.

He pulled my hair harder and harder until I thought he would rip it out. I stopped struggling.

“Better. Here’s how this is going to go, Stella. You are going to stop trying to make trouble. You are going to do as you’re told. This year will pass by much easier for you if you just follow my orders. You can fight me.” His lips moved down to my neck, a hairsbreadth from making contact. “And I’m not going to lie, I like it when you fight. It makes this easier for me. But you won’t like the results.”

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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